stop waiting for Friday, for summer, for someone to fall in love with you, for life. happiness is achieved when you stop waiting for it and make the most of the moment you are in now
Killed it 🎵🎵🎵
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Oh shit she bodied it
LG🐝T
Future generations are gonna hate us so much if they ever have to try to understand what this means
fleur delacour is so important i can’t even put it into words
badass girl whose “most precious” was her sister, who despite what anyone might think of her (cough molly cough ron cough hermione cough) looks past any aesthetic unpleasantries because she is completely and irrevocably in love with bill, who willingly risks her life for harry (the seven harrys, anyone???), who manages to create a spot of brightness in the middle of war (wedding!!!), who is feminine and badass at the same time, who opens her home to an entitled goblin and multiple refugees/runaways, who doesn’t sacrifice one bit of her integrity or character despite the looming threat of war
wh……….
Hey uh if you go to that blog
And click that link
The binary in the image from the blog post translates to the password you need here which gets you this
And that url takes you here
I don’t have any idea what the code on the t-shirt is supposed to be tho
Okay it’s a decimal code that translates to tumblr godknowsnone?
On that blog there’s like a captcha image and a long binary string. Stay tuned!!
Okay that binary translates to ascii code
Which then translates to this
So when we log in to that email account
There’s not much there except this vimeo link in the drafts folder
The video is just 19 seconds of a very windy kind of woodsy area with a pond and a shortened url displayed over it
so that link takes you to this youtube video
and if you scroll down theres only one comment
click on the user and they dont have any videos, but their about page has a link
the link takes you to this freetexthost page, but im not sure what this text is code for
“check it out then go way back”
if you go way back to the original blog @nn17gkn
“cbg juj uk fb? Ouppx obpx pbfxc 7xfpb uo jbq? bap” is the first post
using this cypher that post translates to:
You did it now Gimme some money venmo is docworm
oh god we thought it was over.
WHY DOES THIS FIT SO WELL LIKE THEIR MOUTHS ARE SYNCING WITH THE SONG PERFECTLY AND THIS HASN’T EVEN BEEN EDITED THE FUCK
Harry Potter AU where Harry is hiding in the cabinet in Borgin and Burkes. And he sees Lucius grab Draco with his cane. And he hears the hiss, “What did I tell you?” And he hears the quiver in the blonde boy’s voice, “Don’t touch anything.”
And Harry knows.
Because he’s used the voice that Draco uses for the past twelve years.
He knows.
Because now that he’s lived with the Weasleys for over a month, he knows that that’s not the way that a father’s voice should be.
He knows.
He’s heard Vernon use that voice over and over again, day after day, year after year.
And he knows.
And he acts.
Because really other than being a spiteful little git, at this point, Draco really hasn’t done anything to truly harm Harry. And Harry’s twelve. He’s still young, still innocent, easy to forgive, easy to let his “saving people thing” get the better of him.
He doesn’t do magic. Not really. At least, he doesn’t mean to. Well, he does. But he tries to stop himself. Though it’s not a very good attempt. Either way, the jars on the shelves all shatter, their contents falling onto Lucius’ head.
And Harry bursts out of the cabinet and he grabs a very startled Draco’s hand and he pulls him out of the shop. And they’re running down the dark, grim, streets. And it’s not long before they get lost since Harry doesn’t even know where they are, let alone where they’re going.
But Draco knows exactly where they are and so he tugs Harry down a road and around the corner and suddenly, they’re in Diagon Alley. And Harry’s shocked and confused because how could such a terrible place exist next to such a wonderful one?
But they don’t have time for that now because Lucius is charging after them, green spells bursting out of the end of his wand. And Draco lets out a scream and Harry (bless him) wonders aloud what kind of spells the green ones are.
And Draco is tugging his arm so hard that he thinks it’s going to come out of his socket. And the boys run as fast as they can, pushing through the crowd, and Harry’s probably apologizing and Draco’s screaming at him to move and apologize later.
And Harry sees the mob of red heads and he’s screaming for their assistance.
Fred and George spot him first, right as their mother is asking, “Where on earth could Harry be?”
“Found him,” the twins say.
Gasps. Screams. School supplies tumbling to the ground.
And Arthur and Molly, oh Arthur and Molly, veterans of the original Order of the Phoenix, drawing their strength from parental love, they don’t even hesitate. They grab Harry and Draco and Ron and Hermione and Ginny and Fred and George and Percy and they shove them into the nearest shop.
And the kids are all huddled together, Percy and the twins standing in front of the younger ones, and it’s Ron who manages to whisper, “What’s Malfoy doing here?” Before Hermione stomps on his foot.
And the duel!
The duel is fantastic.
Arthur and Molly verses Lucius.
Just close your eyes and imagine.
And soon Arthur is able to summon other Ministry workers. Including a strange looking man with a strange eye, a man whose skin is slightly darker than Hermione’s, and a girl with bright pink hair who is barely older than Percy.
The battle’s over before it even begins. These strange new people grab Lucius and Apparate away and of course he’ll buy himself out of trouble in no time but at least the immediate threat is gone.
Gilderoy Lockhart timidly steps out and squeaks that it’s a shame that he wasn’t there to stop the duel, that he knew just the hex that could have finished it.
The crowd falls into the streets, praising Arthur and Molly who are quite flustered by all of the attention. Fred and George are clapping their parents on their back, doing a sort of chant. Ron is bragging about how he managed to get a shot in (he hadn’t). Percy is excitedly talking to his father about the legal procedures that Lucius will face. Ginny and Hermione are going around, collecting all of the school supplies that they dropped. Ginny finds a rather unusual book but she dismisses it as something that her parents bought and stuffs it into her bag.
And Harry and Draco. Harry and Draco are staring at one another, not saying a word but having a conversation nonetheless.
Molly finally says that they ought to get back to the Burrow, away from this post-battle excitement. The kids all groan but she and Arthur push them back to the Leaky Cauldron so that they can use the Floo. Draco shuffles along, not knowing where else to go. It’s not until Molly gestures towards the fireplace with a smile that he realizes that his life is about to change.
From there…well…I’ll let you think of the possibilities…
I’m sorry but i need the 200k word fanfic on my desk by this evening. Them’s the breaks, i didn’t make the rules, you know.
Pride - We’ve forgotten.
The Pride Parade in San Francisco was a sad event this year.
Now, if you’ve never been to a Pride Parade you might not quite get what I’m talking about. You might have seen rainbows and smiles, people laughing and celebrating… but that’s not all of what Pride is supposed to be.
There’s a reason Dykes on Bikes lead the parade. A reason why these women, dressed in leather on these humongous machines pave the way for the rest of the parade.
It’s because not too long ago, people would try anything to prevent us from marching. And I mean anything.
And the women in the gay community decided to hop on these bikes and force our way through the streets. That we would be heard by the roar of our engines, and the cry of our voices screaming “Enough is enough. We are people and we deserve rights”
The protesters and organizations that followed would fight for the rights of our people who were chemically castrated, thrown in jail, dying of AIDS/HIV, sexually harassed, banned from jobs, and beaten to death by those who would deem us less than human.
Pride was never just a party… it was a goddamn protest.
Now in 2018 — very few generations later— it’s like we’ve forgotten what it means to be gay. What it means to be proud and filled with a fire that refuses to be put out by our oppressors.
I did not hear enough voices yelling and standing with our brothers and sister and families at the border.
I didn’t not hear enough support for our disabled family.
I did not hear the yells of solidarity when BLM walked with their heads held high.
I did hear thousands screaming for Facebook, Twitter, Peet’s, Starbucks, Wells Fargo, and Kiser.
I saw people eagerly accepting handouts of rainbow merch for companies who see us as nothing more than something to capitalize off of.
Being gay is a trend to them. A statistic that brings in money for companies that could not give a shit about your welfare.
Companies that call themselves allies but do nothing for people who are suffering.
THIS is why corporations do not belong at Pride. They make us forget. They blind us with treats and temporary support.
And the sad thing is that we have forgotten, my friends. We’ve forgotten what it means to be treated like dirt. We’ve forgotten what it means to be proactive. What it means to be gay in America.
And our forgetfulness is hurting others.
It’s time to remember. Wake up. Get involved. Help those who need it, not those who can capitalize off it.
Unfollow me if you wish, but this blog will NEVER support Trump and instead supports the LGBT community, racial minorities, women, people with disabilities, immigrants, Muslims, Jewish people, and anyone else who is afraid now. I am with you, and this will always be a safe space for you.
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